Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!

There was once an ancient cauldron buried beneath the lands of the Nine Heavens. It gathered the collective willpower of that old dynasty, ultimately forming Fate Energy.

Regrettably, this ancient cauldron did not emerge as desired, even when the dynasty fell.

Powerful experts speculated that if the ancient cauldron were to appear and unleash the dynasty’s Fate Energy, it might have withstood that terrible catastrophe.

Of course, this was merely speculation.

After the fall of the dynasty, the ancient cauldron also disappeared.

Throughout the long years, many had searched for it to no avail, until this era arrived.

In the Western Wilderness, a powerful Star Master emerged. He calculated the ancient cauldron’s final location, and it subsequently fell into the hands of Yu Changfeng.

It was also he who saw the Demon Seed fall into the mortal realm.

However, the Star Master also said something else: "That old dynasty is about to revive."

At that time, he was trembling, his face pale, his eyes filled with fear as if he had witnessed a terrifying vision.

Before the Ask Demon lineage took action, the Star Master still admonished, "Do not!"

Nobody knew what "do not" truly meant.

Did it mean not to proceed? Or not to touch? Or perhaps, not to undertake certain actions?

If they hadn’t known, it would have been one thing. But now that they knew the ancient cauldron’s location, how could the Ask Demon lineage remain content?

As for the Star Master’s warning, they just laughed it off, because Demon cultivators aren’t afraid of death.

Zhu Menting was very curious about the "do not" mentioned by the Star Master. He believed there were two possibilities: do not touch the ancient cauldron, and do not touch the Demon Seed.

Shaking his head to dispel those chaotic thoughts, he chuckled, "Do you understand Demon cultivators?"

What a joke! I am the Demon Emperor.

Guang Xiaoyu curled her lips. "The more I speak, the faster I die?"

"No..." Zhu Menting began. "I don’t want to kill you just yet. I only want to know what the Star Master meant by ’do not.’"

"Why didn’t you ask him to be clearer?"

"I couldn’t."

"Why not?"

"That bastard is dead," Zhu Menting shrugged, rather helplessly.

The most talented Star Master in the Western Wilderness, after calculating the locations of the ancient cauldron and the Demon Seed, was struck dead by the Heavenly Dao’s catastrophe.

The scene was frightening.

The observing Demon cultivators were petrified.

Zhu Menting seemed to recall something and added, "Just as he uttered the words ’do not,’ the Heavenly Dao’s catastrophe struck him down. I witnessed it with my own eyes."

"Serves him right..." Guang Xiaoyu cursed.

Zhu Menting: "..."

In fact, the higher-ups of the Ask Demon lineage were also quite frustrated.

The Star Master should have either remained silent and stayed safe, or cut through the confusion by speaking clearly before his death.

But he just left behind two words, leaving countless members of the Ask Demon lineage deeply unsettled!

Zhu Menting sighed softly. "I’ve noticed the wooden sword in your hand. You’ve been holding it since before I even stepped into the courtyard. What? Do you think a mere wooden sword can kill me?"

"Not at all!" Guang Xiaoyu replied earnestly. "It’s my only weapon now."

"Speaking of which, and don’t laugh, but my sect’s rules are strict. They don’t allow me to wield weapons, so they gave me this wooden sword..." Guang Xiaoyu let out a breath.

Yet, there wasn’t a trace of complaint in her tone; instead, a faint, contented smile graced her lips.

It was as if a wooden sword was the greatest gift imaginable.

Zhu Menting was dumbfounded, thinking, What kind of worthless sect is this?

Of course, if he had known that Guang Xiaoyu was holding Linglong Wood, and that the Linglong Wood was currently transforming and awakening its own Spiritual Intelligence, he wouldn’t have had such thoughts.

This was beyond belief. What kind of sect was this formidable?

Guang Xiaoyu continued, "If you all were too strong, I would have been forced to use the wooden sword. As it stands, it seems unnecessary."

Zhu Menting’s face darkened. "Are you implying that I’m too weak?"

"Correct." She nodded.

"But I have seven powerful Ask Demons with me."

"Just a bunch of rabble." As she said this, she glanced inadvertently at Lao Huang.

"So you’re saying you anticipated the Ask Demons’ arrival and came here specifically to set up this grand scheme?" Zhu Menting felt a chill down his spine. However, after scanning the courtyard surroundings, he found no sign of any preparations or traps.

It was the same outside the ancient town; not a single powerful cultivator was present.

So, where was this supposed setup?

With an adoring expression, Guang Xiaoyu said, "It wasn’t me who anticipated it, it was my Senior Brother." She paused, then added, "If I were in Fairy Valley, you would have countless opportunities because I couldn’t risk revealing myself. But here in the ancient town, it doesn’t matter even if I am exposed."

"Why is that?" He couldn’t fathom the reason.

If the Ask Demon lineage found Guang Xiaoyu in Fairy Valley, they probably wouldn’t dare to make a move, would they? After all, that’s Fairy Valley, a superpower with over a dozen powerful Saint Realm experts.

Yet, she claimed that being in the ancient town was even safer than being in Fairy Valley. It was truly baffling.

"My Senior Brother plans brilliantly and predicts events like a deity; he’s also the handsomest man in the world. He foresaw all of this and knew I would face a great calamity. Surely... he must have already arranged everything to resolve this disaster for me." Guang Xiaoyu chuckled lightly. "I’m only now realizing how truly thoughtful my Senior Brother is."

Zhu Menting: "..."

He felt that what Guang Xiaoyu said made a lot of sense, yet something still seemed off.

Lao Huang, the old ox beside her, kept rolling his eyes, thinking, That scoundrelly kid couldn’t possibly have thought this far ahead.

「Outside the gate.」

An Ask Demon complained morosely, "Leader, she called us trash."

"Don’t be rash. The Young Master is currently casting the Ask Demon Skill; everything is under his control," the leader glanced at him.

Guang Xiaoyu smiled faintly, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and put away the wooden sword she was holding.

Her previous anxiety and panic vanished completely, replaced by confidence—not confidence in the "Demon Emperor’s rebirth," but blind faith in Chen Pingping.

She believed that since her Senior Brother had told her to leave Fairy Valley, he must have foreseen this calamity. Therefore, he had undoubtedly arranged everything.

With that in mind, why should she worry?

Indeed, Senior Brother loves me. In an instant, a sweet feeling overwhelmed her.

"Let’s chat! What do you want to talk about?" Guang Xiaoyu looked at him.

"You... your sect isn’t Fairy Valley?"

"Of course not. Didn’t you say I’m a Demon Seed? Fairy Valley is a superpower of the Human Clan; how could they possibly accept a Demon Seed?" Guang Xiaoyu stated nonchalantly.

"Then why were you in Fairy Valley?"

"It’s a long story..." Guang Xiaoyu flashed a radiant smile. "This matter goes back twenty years..."

"Forget it. I don’t want to hear it anymore."

"Aren’t you an Ask Demon?"

Zhu Menting: "..."

"Aren’t you casting the Ask Demon Skill?"

Zhu Menting: "..."

"How can you not listen? You have to communicate with me! Either you ask me questions, or I’ll talk and you listen. If you don’t engage in conversation, you’re an unqualified Ask Demon!" Guang Xiaoyu rambled on, muttering, "Twenty years is too long... In that case, let’s start from ten years ago..."

"I was wrong." Zhu Menting felt like he was about to cough up blood. Even the great Demon cultivators of my Ask Demon lineage aren’t this verbose, he thought.